⁹ He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.

¹⁷ Why causest Thou us to wander, O Jehovah, from Thy ways? Thou hardenest our heart from Thy fear, Turn back for Thy servants' sake, The tribes of Thine inheritance.

²⁸ And His breath `is' as an overflowing stream, Unto the neck it divideth, To sift nations with a sieve of vanity, And a bridle causing to err, `Is' on the jaws of the peoples.

¹¹ My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.

⁶ Therefore, lo, I am hedging up thy way with thorns, And I have made for her a wall, And her paths she doth not find.